Hua Xiange lay buried in the messy blankets, her eyes lifeless and unresponsive, as if she were deaf to her mockery.
Hua Changle sat down at the foot of his bed, propping herself up with one hand and turning slightly to look at him:
"Brother, have you finally realized that being a caged bird has its advantages when the wind is too strong outside?"
"Tsk. It's lonely at the top. It seems you weren't prepared to enjoy the top view, Second Brother. Amidst the clamor and rumors, the freedom you sought has failed."
These words were too sharp. Hua Xiange looked over with red and swollen eyes, filled with hatred of betrayal: "Are you satisfied with me like this?"
Hua Changle didn't smile with satisfaction; instead, she looked at him with sorrowful eyes and said, "I can't be satisfied anymore. What's lost can't be recovered."
Hua Xiange's lips trembled violently as the boiling emotions in her heart reached a critical point and exploded.
He jumped up abruptly, so suddenly he felt dizzy, and without thinking, he lunged at her, grabbing her wrist tightly. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on her, and he questioned her, word by word:
"Why! Why are you doing this to me? Why are you accusing me of pretending to be poor and pitiful?"
Whether I was feigning helplessness or not, whether I accepted the Hua family's protection or not, and how I got to where I am today—you know all this better than anyone! Why are you slandering me instead?!
"What did I do wrong that made you stab me in the back?"
This was the first time Hua Xiange had cried so ugly in front of her.
He cried until his vision blurred and his grip loosened.
Hua Changle's eyes flickered, but finally settled into a calm.
She leaned down to face her second brother and asked with great interest, "So, what hurts you the most, second brother? Is it because my freedom to pursue my dreams was destroyed? Or is it because of what I did to you?"
He cried uncontrollably, never expecting his sister to ask such a cold question.
He raised his head in disbelief, trembling as he said, "Hua Changle, are you even human?"
"Perhaps not," Hua Changle replied calmly.
"Ha, ha ha ha ho ho ho ho ho ho ho..."
A series of sorrowful laughs welled up from the depths of Hua Xiange's chest.
"My dear sister, my really dear sister! Are you trying to ruin me?!"
He roared, but Hua Changle stood up expressionlessly and walked out, ignoring him.
"Hua Changle! Who do you think you are?!"
Behind him came Hua Xiange's furious, unrestrained roar:
"You think you're any better than me? What gives you the right to act so high and mighty and indifferent in front of me! You're just as trapped in a cage, unable to live or die! You're nothing but a domestic animal! You have nothing left! You're more pitiful than me, more dependent on this cage than I am!"
Hua Changle turned back with a faint smile, his words hitting the nail on the head:
"Second brother, this is the first time you've admitted that you're dependent on this cage."
Hua Xiange was struck as if by a heavy blow, staggered and fell to the ground.
Hua Changle walked out with a smile.
Hua Xiange, in all those years of your bold and ambitious pursuit of freedom, you never imagined—
Your confidence comes from the artistic foundation cultivated by the Hua family, from your unchangeable background that always provides you with a safety net, and from the Hua family that you despise and consider a prison!
The freedom you can boldly pursue is because you have the capital to fail.
Many people spend their entire lives seeking resources and support that they can never obtain, yet you rely on them without realizing it.
If you want to truly grasp freedom, you must either completely sever ties with the capital behind you, or accept the protection of a "patron," and stop talking about absolute freedom.
Second brother, this is a multiple-choice question I'm giving you.
"And what about you?"
A sound suddenly rang out.
Hua Changle, holding the rabbit, suddenly turned her head to look at the mirror on the floor.
The person in the mirror is calm and healthy, not the walking corpse, rotting and decaying madman standing in the room.
The "Flower Everlasting Joy" in the mirror asked, "What choice do you give yourself?"
Hua Changle stood there for a long time, until the grotesque vines climbed up her own neck, before a soft voice finally uttered in the room:
"I had no choice."
"There was no ending either."
The person in the mirror asked again, "What if we succeed? What if Hua Qingyun can't control the wealth, Hua Xiange can't pursue freedom, Hua Yuezhi can't shoulder the responsibility, Hua Lanshi can't save the patients, and Hua Wuyan loses the glory of the Hua family..."
You've done all of that, so can't you give yourself any other options?
Hua Changle murmured blankly, "I think I'll fail."
"Why?"
Hua Changle paused for a moment, looked up at herself in the mirror, and gave a bitter smile: "Because Hua Anning is back, they will have a new source of emotional support. I am no longer their sister."
How do you determine if you have failed?
Hua Changle chuckled self-deprecatingly, then pointed forward: "Like this..."
The Hua family banquet hall was brightly lit, and the entire venue was decorated in an extremely luxurious manner.
This is Hua Anning's coming-of-age ceremony.
Whether it was Hua Qingyun or Hua Xiange, they seemed to have been reborn in just one month, and naturally treated their guests like hosts.
Hua Xiange finally accepted the fact that the Hua family was secretly protecting her, weighed the weight between her identity and her dreams, and rose from the ashes to reach new heights.
Hua Yuezhi once again shouldered his responsibilities, receiving honors that became a shining badge of honor for the family.
Hua Qingyun turned the tide at a critical moment for the company, making a name for herself in the business world.
Hua Lanshi did not give up her profession and continued to treat all patients with the gentlest and most responsible attitude.
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